Author's note: Something in the back of my mind tells me that I'm nt going to finish this… I have never finished a chapter story… EVER. Ah well… Enjoy!

"Oh no, no, no, no, no!" gasped Latvia, practically flying down the stairs of the Soviet Union house. He was running because of three things. Firstly, he dropped a laundry basket outside the window. Secondly, the basket had everyone's clothes in it, making it very HEAVY. Thirdly, the basket fell on RUSSIA.

Latvia flung the back door open, and ran to Russia. As expected, Russia was unconscious. He also had a bruise on his head, but that was already fading away. Unfortunately, Nations can get brain damage, but Russia already had mental problems, so he couldn't get worse. Latvia gulped. Could he?!

"He's going to kill me!" moaned Latvia. Lithuania and Estonia ran out of the house.

"Hey Latvia, what was that?! Oh my God…" said Lithuania, spotting Russia. The brothers were silent for a while.

"LATVIAAA! WHAT DID YOU DO?!" yelled Lithuania and Estonia.

"I'M SORRY!" squealed Latvia, crying. Lithuania sighed.

"Don't tell that to us, Raivis," he said. "For now, we have to carry him into his room." The Baltics carried Russia into the house.

"Let's boil hot water~" sang Italy. He in his kitchen making some pasta for the other Nations. Mostly that was an excuse to cook a whole heap of pasta. When he was finally done, he placed them into containers that have the flag of each Nation on them.

"Ve~ One for Germany, Japan, America, England, France nii-chan, Spain nii-chan, Romano nii-chan, Austria, Poland, Finland…" Italy looked at his pot. There was still a bit of pasta left. Enough for another container.

"Ah! My superior talks to Russia's superior a lot, right? I should give some to Russia-san!" He took a container out with Russia's flag on it, and placed the pasta into it. He packed up all the containers in a bag, and sped out of his house.

"OH CRAP!" said Estonia, "It's Belarus!" His brothers sped to the door. Sure enough, the blond girl with a blue dress was walking to the Soviet Union house.

"What?! Oh this is so perfect…" said Latvia, depressed.

"What do we do?" asked Lithuania.

"I guess we have to tell her…" said Estonia. They looked at Russia, but he was sleeping so serenely, it didn't look like he was going to wake up. The Baltics left the room, leaving the door wide open.

Slowly, Russia's violet eyes fluttered open. He moaned quietly.

"Urgh, my head…" he mumbled. His eyes focused on the dark room. "Mm? Where am I?" He hopped out of the bed, and shivered. "Ah, it's cold!" He spotted a long, tan coat and a pink scarf on a coat hanger. He grabbed them, and put them on. When he was done, he saw the door was open. "… I guess I'm not kidnapped or anything." He walked out of the room.

"Hey! This place is really big!"

Italy somehow ended up in Russia instead of South Italy, but that didn't matter. He had to deliver Russia's pasta anyway. When he reached the Soviet House, he saw Belarus, and she was talking to the Baltics. And she looked really pissed off. Italy thought she was scary when she had a normal expression. Italy decided to go through the back door.

Italy is obviously not the stealthiest country in the world. The moment Belarus was out of sight, Italy started skipping and singing loudly. Thank the heavens that Italy was actually a good singer.

"Wow, that's a really nice song. What language is it?" Italy jumped and turned around. Russia was standing behind him. Italy's eyes brightened.

"Ve~ Russia-san!" Italy fumbled with his bag.

"Sorry did I startle y- What did you call me?" Italy handed him a container.

"I made some pasta for you, Russia-san! What did you ask?" Russia stared at him weirdly.

"… Did you just call me 'Russia'?"

Author's note: … I could have finished this chapter three days ago… Stupid laziness…